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A single paper fell from my locker as I opened it. Quickly I deposited my books that I had in my arms into locker 405 and knelt down to pick up the piece of folder paper. As I opened it I could tell it had been folded over and over again a few times before getting to me. On the lined paper, two words and ten digits were written in black ink neatly but in large lettering. I re folded the paper and stuck it in my back pocket by my phone before grabbing my books and locking my locker. Swinging my backpack onto my other shoulder so that it wouldn't be on just one, I headed to my last class of the day, world history.

// I know this sucked but give this a chance please. Please. Pretty please.

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